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Prologue

           Behindhim,heheardthesoftmetalicslitherofthelordling’sringmail,therustleofleaves, andmutteredcurses asreachingbranchesgrabbedathislongswordandtuggedonhissplendidsablecloak. 

           Thegreatsentinelwasrightthereatthetopoftheridge, whereWillhadknownitwouldbe,itslowestbranchesabarefootofftheground. Willslidinunderneath,flatonhisbellyinthesnowandthemud, andlookeddownontheemptyclearingbelow. 

           Hisheartstoppedinhischest. Foramomenthedarednotbreathe. Moonlightshonedownontheclearing,theashesofthefirepit,thesnow-coveredlean-to, thegreatrock,thelittlehalf-frozenstream. Everythingwasjustasithadbeenafewhoursago. 

           Theyweregone.Allthebodiesweregone. 

           "Gods!"heheardbehindhim. AswordslashedatabranchasSerWaymarRoycegainedtheridge. Hestoodtherebesidethesentinel,longswordinhand,hiscloakbillowingbehindhimasthewindcameup, outlinednoblyagainstthestarsforalltosee. 

           "Getdown!"Willwhisperedurgently."Something’swrong." 

           Roycedidnotmove.Helookeddownattheemptyclearingandlaughed. "Yourdeadmenseemtohavemovedcamp,Will." 

           Will’svoiceabandonedhim. Hegropedforwordsthatdidnotcome. Itwasnotpossible. Hiseyessweptbackandforthovertheabandonedcampsite,stoppedontheaxe. Ahugedouble-bladedbattle-axe,stilllyingwherehehadseenitlast,untouched. Avaluableweapon... 

           "Onyourfeet,Will,"SerWaymarcommanded. "There’snoonehere. Iwon’thaveyouhidingunderabush." 

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